tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56785645324744368972023-11-15T22:04:45.634-08:00Jonjon: Unrestrictedjonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-74238946294292130182009-07-12T07:54:00.000-07:002009-07-12T08:10:03.960-07:00Breaking Up With Your First Love ...Well last night, me and Bubblebutt broke up for real this time. I've never felt that way about anyone before, which is why it hurt so bad when it happened. I mean, the way things were going it seemed like it was going to happen -- but I didnt want to admit it. The good thing about the whole thing was that there was no hard feelings, it was mutual I guess. Bubblebutt is an amazing person, and I'm glad we spent a good portion of our lives together. We had good times and bad, I'll always remember the good times and the bad made us stronger. We definately learned from eachother so our relationship wasnt just another fling. I can definately say it's going to be hard to find someone (if there is anyone) who i'll love as much as I loved Bubblebutt. It's sad to say but the Bubblebutt + Jonjon door ... is closed.<br /><br />iwaly <3<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Over & Out!</strong></div><div align="center">--<em>Jonathan</em> =<span style="font-family:arial;">T</span></div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-53671056418445465272009-07-10T10:18:00.001-07:002009-07-10T10:35:31.677-07:00Feels Good ( =<div align="center">Everytime I hear this song, it makes me feel good. Reminds me of a simpler time when everyone was care free, why can't we all just go back to that ?<br /><br /><br /><object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_W9kcxdPPjk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_W9kcxdPPjk&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />(Oh & dont forget to pause the Ninja playlist on the side)</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-47124164988224504792009-07-05T19:01:00.001-07:002009-07-05T19:03:39.972-07:00Arent They Pretty?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wBmzH-lfHaYr7Rgh2tHR1SaWHZKd7kFUY4uWXvQVIkrYr6R8F87RE4_Yon2yy1pGF48-S7ZPXkBxPkVlOFV7G5LXDDGV3NqoXpDFXFFvse6nif46kIp2dQxVDN2Ptm3xfHa6yJ1kOts/s1600-h/adidas-jeremy-scott-sneakers-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161628140145314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wBmzH-lfHaYr7Rgh2tHR1SaWHZKd7kFUY4uWXvQVIkrYr6R8F87RE4_Yon2yy1pGF48-S7ZPXkBxPkVlOFV7G5LXDDGV3NqoXpDFXFFvse6nif46kIp2dQxVDN2Ptm3xfHa6yJ1kOts/s320/adidas-jeremy-scott-sneakers-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMZySXptJ0h3IsKhLdlpowg_kWIbJBL615KuoCSylJ-5QHBx8nLAnFwgxCDi9qTpyZ_t0vtHx0XiT588ikjeToWEqR7QxbouJLYSI7AEilnzp2Avv2hcN5zZR3z_bBKetO4rbl6qj1JY/s1600-h/adidas-jeremy-scott-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161622325782434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMZySXptJ0h3IsKhLdlpowg_kWIbJBL615KuoCSylJ-5QHBx8nLAnFwgxCDi9qTpyZ_t0vtHx0XiT588ikjeToWEqR7QxbouJLYSI7AEilnzp2Avv2hcN5zZR3z_bBKetO4rbl6qj1JY/s320/adidas-jeremy-scott-01.jpg" border="0" /></a> Adidas by Jeremy Scott -- I've seen like 3 guys with them on & they are simply BEAUTIFUL lol</div><div align="center">Ahh, I want em =/</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Over & Out !</strong></div><div align="center">--<em>Jonathan</em> (:<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-15020382859066744422009-07-05T12:12:00.000-07:002009-07-05T12:30:07.318-07:00How Was Your 4th Of July ?Yesterday I had the time of my life for someone who is supposed to be on punishment ( lol ) One of the best 4th of July's I ever had. I went to Yonkers with my little Cousin Sebastien (who is NOT little) and my Aunt Marie (who is really just my mom's best friend lol). We went to a cookout, it was an African cookout though (lol) I was expecting one of those southern family cookouts, but boy was I surprised. We had fun though, I learned how to barbeque and I played basketball (never again lol) One downside of the cookout was the kids. Oh man those kids ... the little girl Janet insisted on touching my face after rolling around in dirt and shit. Like c'mon little girl, GTFO! Of course i didn't say it. The people were really nice and I bonded with my cousin (lol)<br />After the cookout, we headed back to manhattan so I could wash up cause I was feeling nasty (lol) and we decided to go to the movies to see Transformers & boy was it GREAT! It was explode-y and funny at times too. Megan Fox never looked so sexy fighting crime and kickin Deceptacon booty. She makes me want to a motorcycle (lol) So it was about 11:30 so me and Seb walked home but he was being a pussy and walking fast since we were on 125th street at night (lol) But he got over it once we hit 137th (smh) then as we went down to Riverside, we almost got blew up by a firecracker and all the spanish people were lookin at us like we were crazy for walking there.<br />Overall I had a lot of fun, can't wait till next 4th of July!<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Over & Out!</strong></div><div align="center">--<em>Jonathan</em> (:</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-11731173321271146292009-07-03T16:38:00.000-07:002009-07-03T17:03:50.236-07:00Top 5 Fashionable People (Female)<div align="left">So now its the Ladies' turn, here is my pick of the most fashionable women (again, no order)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNufnvqkwsaWxOd_kJTFCTzoQeDNsXEECmH_JO4YmzUM_RKTJUyhzKtzqJqlWVDIQ1Gqq9jYxODFXJYEHMd3wMF4HOnWfpqWEfToSAZYotPBLcZ5m_q3l1RjchTSY4abgW01WwzebXdaQ/s1600-h/r.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354387763397953842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNufnvqkwsaWxOd_kJTFCTzoQeDNsXEECmH_JO4YmzUM_RKTJUyhzKtzqJqlWVDIQ1Gqq9jYxODFXJYEHMd3wMF4HOnWfpqWEfToSAZYotPBLcZ5m_q3l1RjchTSY4abgW01WwzebXdaQ/s320/r.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Ms. Umbrella -ella-ella</strong> (Rihanna)</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtrB3PW3OUbWqtBExHHNAzIXGJ1mbhzqGcKoiwlWvq0fduUMJQ-ogBctIa-VPLtOi6Ed6ou_L3RY3ZHtBG9TvsTJM_liP1mLs-d_Aow-hlnEGnUjlnknFbJj2assdVZs7pjnDbWb7gmM/s1600-h/lc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354387763476295746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtrB3PW3OUbWqtBExHHNAzIXGJ1mbhzqGcKoiwlWvq0fduUMJQ-ogBctIa-VPLtOi6Ed6ou_L3RY3ZHtBG9TvsTJM_liP1mLs-d_Aow-hlnEGnUjlnknFbJj2assdVZs7pjnDbWb7gmM/s320/lc.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Ms. Laguna Beach/The Hills</strong> (Lauren Conrad)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK64sVFHw1dniIXqfBHAwP4FNHS-Zr1CggfxAPEvRSBeS_65c4JA75hM0ZHQEYIKdyDJnkFs9u6ikexcOHn_9OHz_SCdbz-AjHz_KBwyrKMJHvgLFyV-fDDwK9oHwEq6WzNS4B27YwQY/s1600-h/l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354387760095045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbK64sVFHw1dniIXqfBHAwP4FNHS-Zr1CggfxAPEvRSBeS_65c4JA75hM0ZHQEYIKdyDJnkFs9u6ikexcOHn_9OHz_SCdbz-AjHz_KBwyrKMJHvgLFyV-fDDwK9oHwEq6WzNS4B27YwQY/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Ms. Gossip Girl</strong> (Leighton Meester)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvPWHWizfYJMajrfi2meblYLXCG0dXDE1hcvTN1GaLKMpo-zW98jORoOQLwI5REeQH8yAKqubzuvdsYXWZ8Kkoj2kYuH18cUBeVkeDfdn77wlId8sM2vzai1OoSoR6NwuUOiZqTXrTSo/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354387756385482834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjvPWHWizfYJMajrfi2meblYLXCG0dXDE1hcvTN1GaLKMpo-zW98jORoOQLwI5REeQH8yAKqubzuvdsYXWZ8Kkoj2kYuH18cUBeVkeDfdn77wlId8sM2vzai1OoSoR6NwuUOiZqTXrTSo/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><br />Mrs. No Longer Single Lady</strong> (Beyonce Knowles)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpG-d_SYYdvoNeVwBiCvIRCXGAVGrOje2vE13HFCD0j0KR9cSQV4n8k7MY14ka85bbRAls4g2ZPMyakt7-gai84ZaIqmwevwlRb901vQRk2rEx1Q2tSmQeIQ7JvtRTnY4rXrXXgKN4Q/s1600-h/3352832817_435601f0b0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354387750910639618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvMpG-d_SYYdvoNeVwBiCvIRCXGAVGrOje2vE13HFCD0j0KR9cSQV4n8k7MY14ka85bbRAls4g2ZPMyakt7-gai84ZaIqmwevwlRb901vQRk2rEx1Q2tSmQeIQ7JvtRTnY4rXrXXgKN4Q/s320/3352832817_435601f0b0.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Ms. Model Chick</strong> (Agyness Deyn)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Over & Out !</strong></div><div>-- <em>Jonathan</em> (:</div></div></div></div><br /></div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-65882487954094633232009-07-02T12:44:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:30:10.702-07:00Top 5 Fashionable People (Male)<div align="center">So I decided to dedicate an entire blog to the <strong>Top 5</strong> most fly celebrities in my eyes (no order)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XBYUjaAU6I7J6KciwoRmKTE8N_w8Qwq3UHs4ORylyLOcr1CZuu8wbyilLIAwx8wzX5ec9a69GmFcepBqUOZYbIgq1Taext_yYkv7wXjS7bLvxSCJUkmMQB_GkcAi60cLVwDGr7N6_84/s1600-h/drake.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353961228079554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7XBYUjaAU6I7J6KciwoRmKTE8N_w8Qwq3UHs4ORylyLOcr1CZuu8wbyilLIAwx8wzX5ec9a69GmFcepBqUOZYbIgq1Taext_yYkv7wXjS7bLvxSCJUkmMQB_GkcAi60cLVwDGr7N6_84/s320/drake.png" border="0" /></a> <strong>Mr. Actor turned Rapper</strong> (Drake)</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkSnCYvaivpN64HmUUK3JR95oJeByGe08lFl8-mXlVwsblbid-yUDEUfHjGwYKYZ2go6xtTc79aEnLAGVqK0GREMdLmEiNqRl2xfqxqXQQApbBRVfnwHAhaP-jybTCSWFyBveACpnZ5w/s1600-h/fonz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353957048805887026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkSnCYvaivpN64HmUUK3JR95oJeByGe08lFl8-mXlVwsblbid-yUDEUfHjGwYKYZ2go6xtTc79aEnLAGVqK0GREMdLmEiNqRl2xfqxqXQQApbBRVfnwHAhaP-jybTCSWFyBveACpnZ5w/s320/fonz.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Mr. Gentleman</strong> (Fonzworth Bentley)<br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8osMH5UnhB8ZJugn5QujsBvOqeEdH8LGANzjaIUravI57xMX60VeTGeIdGvDJMpHLXiWMBKPiESBCAQtbOZObPfrBjZcdfXTVi68v7nCXOvsDzUOzqz8yCL20QGm0fDCjpczsNmj5cI/s1600-h/p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353956070621093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8osMH5UnhB8ZJugn5QujsBvOqeEdH8LGANzjaIUravI57xMX60VeTGeIdGvDJMpHLXiWMBKPiESBCAQtbOZObPfrBjZcdfXTVi68v7nCXOvsDzUOzqz8yCL20QGm0fDCjpczsNmj5cI/s320/p.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Mr. Entrepreneur/Skateboarder</strong> (Pharrell Williams)<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKijM9Jyl8kZQiZCoTVUPvN0b-N83zm8PGWjsXLrUuEsV2WoOEBmW94r6iL50uz7SiyRg-T6WJmPQXiFfk_8hxoCfkoaGRPXb34yQjpvnHMkXI8Eb2A94E7IUWGYupBaCrFpWqRsAdTY/s1600-h/diggy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954434067975202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKijM9Jyl8kZQiZCoTVUPvN0b-N83zm8PGWjsXLrUuEsV2WoOEBmW94r6iL50uz7SiyRg-T6WJmPQXiFfk_8hxoCfkoaGRPXb34yQjpvnHMkXI8Eb2A94E7IUWGYupBaCrFpWqRsAdTY/s320/diggy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Mr. Young yet ever so fly</strong> (Daniel "Diggy" Simmons)</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEKmuxLddvKKrsfsK2c0qI_SmVGkH26MdaKmGVtBXIyCkj7Xq1zeI_R-GnKTGLJ4b5KuAFGjpi97BmfeWznkeniDirSd-pt6Oj66i8vaXXMJ8X0NW9nJk6dFYpftRdMokVcT_u9wSw_k/s1600-h/kanye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353952676793707602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEKmuxLddvKKrsfsK2c0qI_SmVGkH26MdaKmGVtBXIyCkj7Xq1zeI_R-GnKTGLJ4b5KuAFGjpi97BmfeWznkeniDirSd-pt6Oj66i8vaXXMJ8X0NW9nJk6dFYpftRdMokVcT_u9wSw_k/s320/kanye.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Mr. Not afraid to set a trend</strong> (Kanye West)</div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Over & Out!</strong></div><div align="center"><div align="center">--<em>Jonathan</em> (:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">*Fly <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">Females </span></strong>Coming Soon ...<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-8697318341100160042009-07-02T08:46:00.000-07:002009-07-02T09:09:39.540-07:00I Think I've Figured It Out !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxU6CHTCbwaZRkaNiFujArbO1r8RvlIhqT0FY0CPqr8bwtwf863tQpeG2Uw5QNNau86VdfAQQeB8GMez95miCXZgKdDrrqQIuFLHlvvOJKCXjDyWoa8deD1DRKVM0aKa0Z55X4ozCdVE/s1600-h/121423722_a729aab07f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353895296830835250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxU6CHTCbwaZRkaNiFujArbO1r8RvlIhqT0FY0CPqr8bwtwf863tQpeG2Uw5QNNau86VdfAQQeB8GMez95miCXZgKdDrrqQIuFLHlvvOJKCXjDyWoa8deD1DRKVM0aKa0Z55X4ozCdVE/s320/121423722_a729aab07f.jpg" border="0" /></a> So, I've been contemplating for a while what I wanna be when I'm older. I was told my time for thinking was running out. But I think I've figured it out! I want to be a graphic designer -- you know, make billboards, album covers, etc ... -- that sort of thing. I definately don't see myself in a stiff corporate setting (as much as my mom would love to see me in that setting) This profession is ideal for me because I love taking pictures and sprucin 'em up ( lol ) Now I'm pretty excited about college now that I've figured what I want to do .<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>Over & Out!</strong></div><div align="center">-- <em>Jonathan</em> (:</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-63478781814735274612009-06-30T14:37:00.000-07:002009-06-30T15:05:14.967-07:00Things I MUST Get When I Have The Funds<div align="left">Now that I am finally employed (thank god!) there are a few things I want that I will be able to purchase <strong>without</strong> my parents' <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>money</strong></span>.<br /></div><div align="left">And they are as follows ...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353240687678805266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo1J6gnO2pDwzn0XeWdiHoLPv2MFnku1bF35bYkIgZEUc3VQ5ic0YyGPsNa0QR7Wduy0B4BS66FLUTZGsYk-Qm3BLV3CLhGb-7BF5WhGyTZJMqthy10OTVq9MW5PZWtKaUQBj4poKzY5I/s320/250x270.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">The Blackberry Curve 8900 (Yes, I wanna hop on the Blackberry bandwagon)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353238944892663506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPwbqhLjX-nABL7L4pL1aigzcOXJLOk4R0dKLxTiwsdKIE5pq_eOJx3yew81VJF03xODS3jIUoCCwgsJ-EnxcxfI4PxHktxPfVpIBTYdU5duNrJZV7V6cfJ7CqDozrsWsyv_6xUmgaQY/s320/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">These Cr8tive Recreation Plaid Rocco Lo's ( Aren't they lovely? )<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353242539832076562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48ROl593OVLkY-9nOt4g6-I3tfcicj_x2o2aNO6GBAX1HEh-JPcCsJI8KTk8WL8RqlC3rb2B4xWg__Gm56kT1uOgxcjx5udQSyH5Ru5re9B4UNeHe5VYbNPtOdTI5gy1EIiGrmwrJbtM/s320/16882482_010_b.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">G-Shock 6900 Watch (I know they're kinda old, but I still like em)</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><strong>Over&Out!</strong></p><p align="center">--<em>Jonathan</em> (:<br /></p><p align="center"><em>( *ps --Wouldnt hurt to take take notes gift-givers! lol )</em></p>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-66305747655492566422009-06-29T10:36:00.000-07:002009-06-29T11:33:28.652-07:00Senior Year !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkWTaTxR0L-6X3JYFOGs5pDDmGYMeJVlRRcq0afR-_ab9X3OIqV-ytobuFz_-TuJKd6Ri93hRQJ1eCNBBmhNq-EYFmgma3pyZ4aMiKt2xJVivisaoAkDCuEYF73U_aNndGT5fMlHMT0s/s1600-h/grad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352808658271502626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkWTaTxR0L-6X3JYFOGs5pDDmGYMeJVlRRcq0afR-_ab9X3OIqV-ytobuFz_-TuJKd6Ri93hRQJ1eCNBBmhNq-EYFmgma3pyZ4aMiKt2xJVivisaoAkDCuEYF73U_aNndGT5fMlHMT0s/s320/grad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I can't believe it, I'm officially a senior in Highschool ! Gotta get ready for graduation, prom, senior week and all the other perks of being a senior. I must say, as much as I badmouth my school -- Im gonna miss it -- the teachers and students. I'll miss the pointless fights and arguments. I don't like drama when it involves me, but if I'm on the outside looking in, IT'S GREAT! (what? it's good television lol) I'll miss the characters of FDA (my school) like "Corny Fat Boy" ( lol ) I'm excited to begin my senior year with all new teachers and a brand new attitude. Im a little scared though. The entire college process confuses/scares me. I'm afraid of being rejected and stuff, i dont know -- Im ready but scared out of my mind !</span>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-62400923817097046172009-06-24T18:30:00.000-07:002009-06-24T19:50:44.631-07:00Jonjon's Pet Peeves<div align="center"><a href="http://tomjech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/frustration.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tomjech.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/frustration.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">( This picture is so funny to me lol )</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I know everyone has those things that just gets on your last nerve ! Frustrates the shizit out of you ! Of course, some more than others. People don't seem to get the hint, that the things they do are REALLY annoying. So, I'm dedicating a blog to the things the really urk me.</span><br /><br /><br /><strong>1.</strong> Sending me a text, then sending me another one while I'm in the middle of replying to the first one -- thus, forcing me to delete what I'm writing and read the new text. I get sooooo frustrated when people do that, I'm ready to throw my phone at the wall !<br /><br /><strong>2.</strong> Asking me to go to different room after I JUST left that same room. For example, asking me to go to the kitchen after I JUST left the kitchen. Like, why did you realize you needed something from that room after I already left? (ahem! Mama Jon )<br /><br /><strong>3.</strong> ONE WORD REPLIES when having a serious conversation. "Ohh Okk" is also a one word reply even though its technically 2 words -- Like I'de rather you not even text/IM me back if your just gonna say "Ohh Okk". (Of course this does not include when I'm asking you to do something, then OOh Okk would be an alright reply)<br /><br /><strong>4.</strong> When guys cry ( lol ) It doesnt annoy me but, I just hate seeing it.<br /><br /><strong>5.</strong> When people complain all the time -- no one likes a nagger. Don't complain about it if your not gonna do somethin about it ... & nagging is NOT doing something about it.<br /><br /><strong>6.</strong> When people judge. If your opinion was not asked for, dont share it ... REALLY, DONT !<br /><br /><strong>7.</strong> I hate when people send too many IMs at once on AIM. I feel like saying "Cool It MOTHAFUCKKA I'm not going anywhere -- just hold your damn thoughts !"<br /><br /><strong>8.</strong> Speaking of AIM, I hate when people with Sidekicks keep their Long Ass Away Messages up and its keeps popping up after I send an IM. If you're not AWAY, take the friggin Away Message down ! </div><div align="center"><br />. . . .</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />There are probably other things that frustrate me, but I forgot em for now ( lol ) Stay Tuned !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong>Over & Out !</strong></div><div align="justify">--<em> Jonathan</em> (:</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-31392054024354502982009-06-22T15:26:00.000-07:002009-06-22T16:35:29.386-07:00That Four Letter Word: LOVE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zKj-tYeyij28pMbIZjGeyUkowA3jH_YiKvyUrCxra4MlHU1eEa4DKJkbTXIWheFh6pRrj8NnRa7mHgIs1D2jIbRCdtsjfQ0Iqmc0RbnChgqiE0EMKSZ66nJoarLdTnGwt8WPzjHv2vo/s1600-h/ll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350292761196444002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zKj-tYeyij28pMbIZjGeyUkowA3jH_YiKvyUrCxra4MlHU1eEa4DKJkbTXIWheFh6pRrj8NnRa7mHgIs1D2jIbRCdtsjfQ0Iqmc0RbnChgqiE0EMKSZ66nJoarLdTnGwt8WPzjHv2vo/s320/ll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I feel like I had to write about <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Love</strong> </span>at some point in my blogging career, so why not now. Love, hmmmm ... love love love love -- what can I say about it? It's definately scary, I must say. You're basically giving your all to one other person hoping the other person gives their all to you. Love is still feeling butterflies in your stomach no matter how long you and the other person have been together. Love to me is when every kiss feels like the first time. Love doesn't mean having sex but just the touch of the other person is enough to make you melt. Love means wanting to the best for the other person. When the other person is your first thought in the morning and your last one at night you're in love. Love is missing the other person even after a 3 hour phone conversation. Love is having memories that you constantly rewind in your mind. Love is when you can't shuttup to your friends about the person even though they've heard the story a thousand times. Love is playfighting and making fun of eachother. Love is playing love songs while saying "*sigh* I love him/her" Love is when the other person looks you in the eye and says "I Love You." Love is <strong><em>two</em></strong> people sharing <strong><em>one</em></strong> heart ...<br /><br /><br /><p><strong>Over & Out <span></span>!</strong> </p><p>--<em>Jonathan </em>(:</p><p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>(2.19.09)</strong></span></em></p><p></p>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-48726130831503850312009-06-22T09:21:00.000-07:002009-06-22T10:15:17.420-07:00One of Those Weird Dreams ...Have you ever had one of those weird dreams that dont make any sense? I always wonder how psychologist figure out what they mean. Well, last night i had the strangest dream. It was in 2 parts: A wedding and a bathtub ( lol )<br /><div><div>So here it goes...<img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://www.arbutusphotography.com/images/BLOG/tasha_wedding.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div><strong>Pt.1</strong> -- I dream that I'm at the wedding of my old french teacher <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Ms.Rahali</strong></span> but it wasnt at a church or in a backyard, it was on the 140th and riverside sidewalk. So <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Ms.Rahali</span></strong> is acting like a bridezilla and cursing at her bridesmaids, but then the phone rings soo I wake up to talk on the phone...</div><div> </div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Pt.2</strong> --I go back to sleep and here I am in my bathtub with <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bubblebutt</strong></span> (that's my boo lol ), it wasnt anything sexual because we were both wearing clothes. <a href="http://imgcache.allposters.com/images/WIL/6153_Cottage_Bathtub.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://imgcache.allposters.com/images/WIL/6153_Cottage_Bathtub.jpg" border="0" /></a>So we're just chillin in the tub talkin and laughing until <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bubblebutt</strong></span> goes to the kitchen and starts fixin a plate of my grandma's food. Next thing I know my Granny is talkin to <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Bubblebutt</span></strong> in Creole (Yes, I'm Haitian) but it wasnt making any sense. So I Say "Nous pas comprendre ou" which means "We don't understand you" Me & Bubblebutt head to the living room where I see my mom and she says "what you guys up to ?" so I say "looking for someplace to chill" and she says "why dont you go chill in my room ?" I say "really?" But <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Bubblebutt</span></strong> didnt want to go cuz<strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"> Bubblebutt</span></strong> was still eating -- then i woke up .</div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Now, I have no idea what hell this dream means ! ( lol ) I don't see the symbolism or any of those other terms and stuff. If you can analyze this dream and tell me what it means, LET ME KNOW lol.</div><div> </div><div><strong>Over & Out !</strong></div><div>-- <em>Jonathan</em> (:</div></div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-25093353208503932392009-06-20T19:44:00.000-07:002009-06-20T20:08:27.077-07:00Findin Me Some Flow<a href="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff270/kadiprescott/summertime.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff270/kadiprescott/summertime.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We <span style="font-family:georgia;">ALL know Summer = flow season ! The suns out so the clothes come OFF ( in the bedroom and on the streets ). Its time for the youth of America to engage in some rather PG13 conduct if you catch my drift ( lol ) For many it's also time to date around but theses days we call it "findin me some flow". Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with New York lingo, the Meaning of a "Flow" is basically a one-night stand for several nights ... and afternoons ( lol ) There are 3 rules a Flow must follow & they are as follows *ahem!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. <strong>NO </strong>getting emotionally attached! --Ladies & Germs, when you sense your flow wants to be "more" it's definately time to cut em loose! (unless you're really feeling this person of course)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2. <strong>NO</strong> getting offended when your Flow-er (not FLOWER lol) talk about other guys/girls -- you are NOT offcial so you do you and they'll do them ... & other people ( lol )</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. <strong>BE</strong> prepared to be UN-Flowed or DE-Flowed because there's no gurantee that when your Flow-er is ready to be tied down, they want to be tied down with you. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now, Im no expert at Flows, but i know a flow when I see a flow. So for all you flows who are flowing wrong ... STOP lol</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Over & Out !</strong></div><div> --<em>Jonathan</em> (:</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5678564532474436897.post-92050880242903527332009-06-20T18:46:00.000-07:002009-06-20T19:07:19.944-07:00Back to Basics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4qc_rWCrMNaPEJaHu8tdZTA5v38SNDxsdv1yVNAp2l64r1vMxR5yjowNvqFKIRukMFoUunUs2sn_GdJOMjB56dBfAc4vq32GSSnfZvsSRB8MBy5_TK8nMJJhnBLMnJ4OLoj962q3i7w/s1600-h/raybans.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349596352969190466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn4qc_rWCrMNaPEJaHu8tdZTA5v38SNDxsdv1yVNAp2l64r1vMxR5yjowNvqFKIRukMFoUunUs2sn_GdJOMjB56dBfAc4vq32GSSnfZvsSRB8MBy5_TK8nMJJhnBLMnJ4OLoj962q3i7w/s320/raybans.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well, this introduction is for those of you who dont already know me and how my mind works.</span><br /><br />So my name is Jonathan, I have many alias's -- Jonjon, Sammy, Yossam (i dont think anyone <a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=204226030&albumID=1650240&imageID=28170818#a=1650240&i=27810594"></a><a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=204226030&albumID=1650240&imageID=28170818#a=1650240&i=27810594"></a>calls me that anymore though) It's up to you - call me what you want. I stand 5feet 11inches tall, some consider me a behemoth but I dont think I'm <em>that</em> tall. I'm rather slim (so I've been told) but I don't think I'm <em>that</em> skinny either ( lol ) I think I'm NORMAL. But hey, everyone has their opinions. I have a small circle of Best Friends that I can't live without and then I have good friends that I know I won't be talking to 4years from now. Soon to be Senior ( Class of 2010! ) in a BUM ASS highschool (I'll blog about it's bummyness soon). I'm fashionable, I try my best to dress rather spiffy (: No one likes a bummy looking dude ! I don't know what else I can say about myself. You'll just have to get to know me through what I write. Oh and feel free to agree or disagree I <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>LOVE </strong></span>ARGUING ( lol )</div>jonjonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01969948451605282099noreply@blogger.com0